"Think you can bury this forever with a few million spent on a measly Spirit Stabilizing Talisman?" Chen Yu scoffed.
"Unfortunately, the so-called cultivator who created it was a fool. Its power can't suppress the restless souls eternally."
With a pointed glance at Father Zheng, Chen Yu strode towards the living room's interior.
Li Changjun didn't hesitate, signaling his men to follow suit.
They arrived at an unassuming door on the left side of the room. With a wave of Chen Yu's hand, it creaked open on its own, revealing a long staircase leading downward.
At the bottom awaited a luxuriously decorated basement. Expensive, hand-woven carpets covered the floor, and various entertainment facilities were scattered around.
"Soundproofed with professional materials," Chen Yu explained as he approached a wall. "Even firecrackers down here wouldn't be heard upstairs."
